Proposal, Part II

The story about my former friend, I don't think it's true. I think he lied about it, but the essence of the story, the emotional imprint of the story is true. People cried. Someone(s) wanted to get married, and couldn't .

He told me another story about his girlfriend and him stopping by the wife's house when the wife wasn't there, picking up some things or checking on the cat? Was it the cat? And he comes back out to the truck, and the girlfriend is crying. He said he never saw her cry. Hardly. Ever. The girlfriend was talking about how he had this whole other life. She didn't knoow about.

YOu don't think about it. They're not your kids. It's not your wife. He doesn't seem that concerned about it. You figure it will go two ways: either you'll break up, and you won't worry about it. Or he'll worry about it more. People brought up the third option: it will just go on forever. Nothing changing. d.

I went to the house, during the day, uninvited. Convinced at the time that either he would just be there, the house would be empty, or the prop Wife would show up. I reached no conclusions since my phone was hacked. I'm sure people can be hacked. Brains. Hacked. You could be standing next to someone who has been taken over by a computer. Speech. MOvement. Aliens. I'm joking. MOstly. The woman standing in the driveway, she was an actress. The real wife, she was probably fuming in one of the parked cars a few driveways down. Prompting her. "We're just trying to work it out." ETc. You think like this after you've been fucked with long enough. Don't let it happen to you.

"WAit a minute, that makes noooo sense," She said.

I know! You tell that to the real wife. Come back. WE talk. LIke doing one of those big time drug deals. How's Morpheus? Is he okay? He's in the house. EVeryone is working with two ear pieces. TAlking to two people at a time.

The General is 2 miles away with a laptop in a car completely humored by the whole thing. "Okay, playtime is over." NOw.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" The woman in the driveway says.

NO. Pout. Running away now. d.

I leave, and then throw my Droid X out the window as I'm making my escape. Temper. Someone goes and picks up the card out of the pieces. No more phone.

GRandma asks me a few days later, "ARe you sure it was him?" AT the house, MOrpheus.

Yes. Pretty sure. Almost. If not, we should go back again. Maybe that one is single.